Chapter 402 - Ethel Greengrass (1/2)
In the middle of a still snow-covered forest, a group of fur cloaked individuals shivered from the bitter chills. With every breath that they take clouds of mist swistly emerge from their chest as if they were some sort of mystical creatures. With teeth clattering, the shortest member of the group, a late-middle-aged, pudgy wizard with delicate-looking features complains, ”Grandmama, it's cold.”
Everyone in the group turns their head in unison towards the figure standing at the very back of their group, Ethel Greengrass. The elderly woman is wearing a thin, embroidered cloak despite the freezing cold. Her waist-long hair is still golden-white despite her advanced age. There are traces of wrinkles on her face, but her skin is still as moon bright as in her youth. And her piercing light-colored eyes are still as hypnotic and intense as ever.
The elderly Veela raises her fierce birdlike gaze to meet that of her grandson, Mordecai Greengrass. The pudgy wizard quivers as if he was still a child and looks away in shame. None of the other figures dare to protest now as the elderly Veela says, ”The moon is nearing its peak, we must hurry.”
”Yes, grandmama,” all her descendants said in a unified chorus, before making the way before her and allowing to walk behind them at her own pace just as she always liked it.
As Ethel Greengrass moves forward her Veela hair fans out naturally despite there not being a breeze. It was an additional gift of their magical heritage. And it was quite useful to keep one's long hair from becoming tangled up.
Her sharp eyes observe the back of her countless descendants. In her youth, she had been a proud and very beautiful Veela much like her sisters. However, one day against all odds she met a wizard, who came from afar. She was curious and watched the wizard. With time, he gained her trust, and before she knew it came time for the wizard to depart and return to his own land.
Ethel's heart for the first time in her life broke, she simply could not allow the wizard to leave. And so, she made a choice, she chose to leave her grandmother, mother, aunts, sisters, and cousins to follow the wizard back to his homeland. But despite the fierce heartache it had brought her, she had never once regretted following her mate back to his cold, wetland.
They were greatly blessed in their union; Ethel bore her mate six daughters and a single son. Veela's only bore daughters, when they mated with other magical beings. And they would only bare a son, when they mated with a wizard. She did not truly mind and was greatly pleased that she could aid her mate in continuing his family name as it was of great importance to a wizarding family.
Her six daughters all devasting beautiful were sent to Beauxbaton's, when the time came, and they inherited their wizarding magic. She wished for her daughters to meet with her matriarchal clan. And they did, her daughters all learned the old ways, which filled her with immense pride and joy to know that her lineage would go on.
As for her son, he was sent to Hogwarts to keep the old ways of her mate alive. And she did not truly mind as it was only fitting that the son followed in her mate's footsteps. And her son in fact do so, becoming a powerful wizard by his own merit.
When at long last, when her children came of age, they all married. All of her daughters married wizards of her homeland. Which was only proper as the land of their foremother's called to them in their blood. Each of her daughters bore many daughters of their own and only one son was borne to each of them.